The Distant Ghost

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The Distant Ghost

The cellar smelled of damp earth and stale bread. Elias sat in the dark, his hands wrapped around a clay jar. The jar was heavy. It contained the last of the white powder. Not for eating. For breathing. The dust of the old world, ground fine as snow. It was his only medicine against the cold. And against the silence. He had come to London to find work. To find a life. Instead, he found the fog....

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